“You’re not going alone.” Dax’s sleep-roughened voice rumbles from behind me. “I don’t trust your boss, and we don’t know who else at your company is involved in this. Hell, I don’t even want you going to work in the morning, but I know you have to.”
In my ear, Wren chuckles. “Ry and Dax…they’re a lot alike. Put him in his place, will you? But…also…be careful. And, Evianna?”
“What?” I say, glaring at Dax. I don’t care that he can’t see me. Maybe I’ll throw in an eye roll for good measure.
“He’s right. Let him protect you. Just…tell him to lose a little bit of the attitude while he does it.”
Jerking the Bluetooth out of my ear as Wren hangs up, I stalk over to him. “We’re…together, Dax. But that doesn’t mean you can order me around.”
“I’m not—fuck. Fine. I’m not above ordering you around if it keeps you alive. I almost lost you the other night, and then, I didn’t feel…anywhere near what I feel for you right now. And it still almost destroyed me.”
My resolve softens, and the emotion in his eyes—the same emotion written all over his face—washes over me. Neither of us have said the words. But I know right now, he feels them. As I let him wrap his arms around me, my heart swells a dozen sizes, making it hard to breathe, hard to even think.
I feel them too.
28
Dax
Evianna takes my hand and leads me across the suite to the master bedroom. “We had some unfinished business earlier,” she says as she reaches for the belt of my robe.
“You needed to eat.”
“I could have had an appetizer to hold me over.” The robe lands on the bed, and then she’s on her knees, delicate fingers wrapping around my dick and sending pure, raw need shooting through me.
“Darlin’, I don’t want…” And then the warmth of her mouth surrounds me, and I groan. “Fuck.”
Her tongue runs along the bottom of my shaft, and I tangle my fingers in her hair. I’ve never been one for having a woman on her knees—not that I have a lot of experience one way or another. When she hums, my entire body electrifies, and my hips jerk against her.
Pulling back, my dick sliding from her lips with a little pop, I kneel next to her. “Not like this, darlin’. I want…I know I can’t see you, but this…you’re not a woman who should ever be on her knees.”
She tastes of me when I kiss her, and shit, that makes me even harder. Yanking on the tie of her robe, I bare her breasts. They’re heavy in my hands, and her nipples pebble when I roll them between my fingers. “Dax,” she breathes as she tips her head back. “I need you inside me.”
“Don’t worry, darlin’. You’ll get what you want…” Scooping her into my arms, I ease her onto the bed. “What do you like, Evianna? Tell me how you want to be touched.”
Slowly, I run my hands up her thighs, and she shudders. I want to live in her scent, in this single moment when nothing matters but the two of us. One finger slides through her slick folds, and when I bring it to my lips, tasting her, I hear the hitch in her breath.
“Like that, do you?” In one fluid motion, I’m on top of her, kissing her, mingling our tastes, and her moans are the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
My dick aches trapped between us, and I’m so ready for her. I fumble for the drawer on the nightstand, desperately searching for the rest of the condoms I stowed there this morning, but Evianna beats me to them, snagging one of the foil packets, and ripping it open.
This time, I don’t let her take charge. Stealing the condom from her, I take over, and when I nudge her entrance, she spreads her legs further, inviting me home.
“Go slow,” she whispers. “You’re…impressive, and…I want this to last.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Her tight channel grips me, and fuck. I want to see her eyes. Just once. Their color. To see her lids flutter. But then she rakes her nails lightly down my back, and there’s only her. Only my desperate need to lose myself in her.
“More.” Evianna grabs my ass, digging her fingers into the tight muscles, and I slide deeper.
“How much more?”
“All of you. Then…kiss me.” Her husky tone drives me higher, and it’s all I can do not to bury myself fully, slamming my hips into her like a man possessed.
But unlike last night, this is the time for slow and tender. After two gentle strokes, I pull out, slide down her body, and flick my tongue over her clit.
Evianna whimpers and clutches my arms. “Come back. Please.”
“In a minute. You deserve to be worshipped, darlin’. And I plan on doing just that.”
